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darkstaranthology · 7 months

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Hello. I am the anonymous author of 'dark star - an izch anthology,' lowercase intentional.

I am an adult. You may refer to me by they/them pronouns. This blog will contain unmarked spoilers for BNHA. I am open to questions in my ask box regarding my writing. Please do not ask me questions about myself, although I know many people reading this blog will be aware of who I am already, and that's okay.

I began writing this series in May of 2022, with a broader writing hiatus from August 2022 to now. But as I plan to return to it and fill out what remains of the series - and there's a lot! - I wanted to create this side blog for discussion and archival purposes.

Please understand that under this cut, there will be discussion of dark, triggering, and NSFW content.

'dark star' is an attempt by me to write content for my favorite ship that wouldn't otherwise exist.

'IzuOcha,' or 'izch,' often referred to as 'dkch,' 'dekucha,' or 'dekutea' in the Japanese fandom, is a ship from Boku no Hero Academia, a popular Japanese Shounen manga. It is between the main character, Izuku Midoriya, and his close friend and primary canon love interest, Ochako Uraraka. I am describing this in fairly neutral terms because both the subject of this blog, and the works I'll be writing about them, are moderately controversial in fandom.

Fandom, broadly, does not like izch. This is mostly for all the normal reasons that fandom doesn't like 'canon' M/F ships, and that's fine. But given that BNHA has one of the most popular fandoms in history, and izch is my favorite ship, I try to create the content I want to see for it, knowing full well that others won't if I don't.

That brings us to 'dark star.' I began writing it largely as a therapeutic exercise for myself, though it's also just interesting and challenging to do. The first fic in the series, 'bound,' began life as a dark fic centered on a different concept, before becoming a one-shot, before then becoming a multichaptered fic centered on izch. I was originally going to write more fics in the same AU (which is about a hypothetical Traitor Ochako Uraraka as a fanon conceit), until I decided I wasn't invested enough in that.

So it became an anthology series about my favorite ship, instead. izch, as written in canon, is not really a particularly 'problematic' ship. It concerns two high school students who have a fairly typical relationship, albeit one that exists against the backdrop of Shounen superhero action and drama. 'dark star,' by contrast, is pretty grim, often touching on subjects of age gaps, non-consensual sexual acts, where the line between non-consent and consent blurs, unequal power dynamics, the interplay of sex and violence, unconventional gender and sexuality roles, and how two people who are otherwise fairly 'typical' deal with being put in these scenarios.

I won't claim that it's meant to be 'high art.' It contains graphic sexual content, as well as graphic violence, that is as much meant to be thematic as it is entertaining. I like my ship, and I think they deserve to be a little dark and sexy, as a treat. Popular fanon doesn't blink at stories like this for typical fanon ships, and I'd like for them to exist for izch as well.

I am not very interested in pro-/anti-ship discussions. I am also not very interested in ship or character bashing debate. Some characters or ships may be portrayed negatively in my work, and I'm happy to explain why that is, but this is not debate club, and I'm not here to change your mind, or for you to change mine.

This blog carries a blanket content and trigger warning for character death, graphic depictions of violence, sexual assault, unequal power dynamics, large age gaps and abuse of power in relationships with minors, blood and gore, and abusive relationships. I will try to include more specific warnings as I go.

Broadly speaking, you can expect izch to get happy endings out of most of these fics. If your fave is someone else, read with caution.

My ask box is open. Have a nice day.

#izuocha #izch #dkch #izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #bnha #mha #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #dark star - an izch anthology #dark fic #dead dove do not eat #fandom culture #fandom meta #blog intro #pinned post

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what-a-creative-user-nana · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Utsushimi Camie, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Asui Tsuyu/Tokoyami Fumikage, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Hagakure Tooru/Ojiro Mashirao Characters: Many Characters Additional Tags: Cutesy, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, No Angst, No Smut, Confessions, Sero Hanta is a Good Friend, Third Wheel Sero, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Tried, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, oblivious teens, Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend, bakumomo friendship, tododeku friendship, Chaotic Dekusquad (My Hero Academia), Bakusquad Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Texting, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kaminari Denki Being An Idiot, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine (My Hero Academia), Song Lyrics, underrated ships, Shouji Mezou is a Good Friend, Shouji is the therepist, Emo Tokoyami Fumikage, Sero Hanta is a Little Shit, Ashido Mina is a Little Shit, Wingman Ashido Mina, Wingman Utsushimi Camie, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto is so blunt, Yaoyorozu Momo Is Bad At Feelings, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend, BAMF Jirou Kyouka, Protective Iida Tenya, Hatsume Mei is a Little Shit, Hagakure Tooru is a Little Shit, BAMF Ashido Mina, Pining Ashido Mina, Cute Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Mineta Minoru Being an Asshole, Kiribaku Friendship, many brotps, Almost Kiss, First Kiss, First Dates, Est Izuocha, Est Ojitoruu, Est Todomomo, BAMF Asui Tsuyu, A glimpse into the future, Sharing a Bed, Ship sisters (my own creation i think), Cheeky Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka is Bad at Feelings, Jirou Kyouka is Good at Feelings too Summary:

A bunch of cute little drabbles, text stories, rainy days, relationships concerning the students of Class 1-A (Ft. Camie, Shinsou, Hatsume, etc.). FEELINGS, FLUFF, AND FRIENDSHIPS, ALL IN THIS FIC! Confessions? Crack? Chaos? Cuddles? You can expect it all! Buckle your seatbelts (unless you’re Kaminari, who constantly forgets that rule and sometimes, sometimes, goes flying) and prepare yourself (like ‘Zawa who is ready for anything at this point) for pure fun!

#straight ships #bnha fic #first post #im way too excited #ao3 mha #ao3 for life bruh #mha straight ships #izuocha #bakucamie #todomomo

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snorlaxlovesme · 1 year

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trapped in these broken shells

When Izuku Midoriya returns to UA, he doesn’t leave his room for three whole days.

Uraraka's support continues long after her speech on the roof.

(post-Dark Deku arc) (ao3 link)

How dare Horikoshi write an entire arc dedicated to Midoriya Izuku being self destructive and needing to learn to take care of himself and then we barely get any Self Care Content! I want my money back!!!

But for real, I don’t think he’d be able to bounce back as easy as the anime/manga made it out to be. One dunk in the tub doesn’t cure weeks of isolation and exhaustion.

So, here is my boy getting a well-deserved Depression Nap and then some well-deserved emotional support from Uraraka. Cheers.

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When Izuku Midoriya returns to UA, he doesn’t leave his room for three whole days.

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The rain outside batters against the windows at a punishing pace. They all thought that getting Midoriya back home would’ve changed things, made them better somehow, but it’s been over two days since he’s left his dorm room, with only his mother being permitted to enter.

The entire class has been antsy since. Bakugo paces the common rooms, stomping back and forth across the main level for so long he probably would have worn a track in the hardwood floor if Kirishima hadn’t come to stop him. Todoroki has made it up to Midoriya’s room multiple times, hand curled into a fist and inches from rapping on his door, before stopping himself. Ochako sits by herself on one of the couches, with Iida hovering close by.

Everyone has been giving her a wide berth since Midoriya returned. Her speech that day in the rain had set her apart from the others. They all knew that she cared for him, but the depth of her feelings hadn’t been clear until she was holding that megaphone, screaming at the mob, at the world, to let their hero rest. No one in class really knew how to approach her about it. Truthfully Ochako didn’t really know what to think of herself either.

Iida sets a steaming cup of tea on the table in front of her carefully.

“How are you doing?” he asks politely, though his eyes betray his concern for her.

She doesn’t know. Her impromptu speech had gotten through to the people, enough for Midoriya to finally be let inside UA’s fortress for some serious rest. She wishes she could talk to him, but doesn’t wish to bother him.

But she worries.

“He’s been alone for so long,” she says quietly, cupping her fingers around the teacup and letting its warmth radiate through her. “It can’t be good for him.”

She’ll never forget how he looked when they first found him. The ripped and bloodied clothes. The matted hair. His eyes. His bright, beautiful eyes looked so hopeless, like they’d never see the sun again. Ochako can’t imagine the pain he must have gone through for his eyes to look like that. He’d been carrying the weight of the whole world on his shoulders for weeks.

No.

The second he received One For All, the world literally had been placed upon his shoulders. The entire time she’d known him, he’d been silently suffering. The thought makes her stomach churn.

She looks to Iida.

“I’m going to see him.”

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A light knock on the door startles Izuku from his restless sleep.

“Mom?” he calls out in the darkness of his room. He checks the clock on his side table. It’s midday, but the sun is trapped behind oppressing storm clouds that haven’t let up for days. His room is cloaked in shadows.

“No,” comes the response from the other side of the door. The voice is unmistakably female and laced with concern. Uraraka.

He grips his quilt, pulling it higher up his shoulders until it practically covers his head.

“I don’t want any visitors right now,” he says, trying to project his raspy voice.

He hears the click of the door, and a small rectangle of light illuminates the bit of floor he’s staring at before shrinking back to blackness.

“I know you don’t,” she says, her voice much closer now. “But I’m coming in anyway.”

He shouldn’t be surprised. Despite her polite and meek exterior, Uraraka’s always had a fire in her that made her act out boldly when she felt passionately about something. Izuku has seen it enough times to know that her strength is unshakeable. But right now Izuku feels like a weak breeze could knock him right over. Uraraka’s strength is intimidating in his sorry state.

He shifts, tugging the quilt higher.

He hears her soft footsteps approaching, stopping no more than a meter from his bedside. Her voice comes from a lower height than before, suggesting she’s sat down in front of him.

“How are you?”

She doesn’t use a voice. The voice of his mother, laced with concern and fear, which really meant I’m scared for you. The voice of Jeanist and Endeavor, impatient and twitchy, asking when will you be able to help us again. The voice of All Might, regretful and sad, begging please don’t hate me for the burden I’ve given you.

When Uraraka asks “How are you?” she means how are you?

Plain and simple.

“Fine,” Izuku says.

It couldn’t be further from the truth.

He’s repeated that word so often that it’s hard to even imagine giving another response. It’s all he has to offer right now, and it’s a boldfaced lie.

“Good,” she responds with assurance. “I’m glad to hear you’re feeling well.”

If Izuku had any strength left in him he’d scoff. The shell he’s become is so convincing that just a few days in a bed is enough to reassure people that he’s on his way to wellness again. He wishes he hadn’t done such a good job constructing this mask, because now he has no idea how to take it off.

He pulls his quilt down a few centimeters, enough for one eye to peak at her. Her arms are crossed, and she’s looking at him with a skeptical expression, one small eyebrow raised.

She’s lying too.

But her features fold into a soft smile when he finally makes eye contact with her.

“There you are,” she says quietly. But happily. Just seeing him makes her happy. He doesn’t get it.

She reaches out a hand, and Izuku can’t stop himself from flinching when it comes to rest on his head. She pauses for a moment, looking at him patiently, then begins to softly stroke the top his head, her hand gently pulling back his hair as she pets him. He doesn’t know what to make of it. Her gentle touch is so soothing that he sighs without thinking about it. Did Uraraka ever touch him this casually in the past? When was the last time he let someone even get this close to him? He tries to remember, but every gentle brush of her hand seems to be brushing away his frenzied thoughts as well.

His eyelids begin to flutter, feeling the pull of sleep again, but this time it doesn’t feel like a trap he’s falling into unwillingly. It’s warm and safe, and he hates himself a little less when the waves of exhaustion pull him under.

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“How is he?” Iida asks her a few hours later.

Ochako stayed by his side long after he fell asleep, petting his hair with short, delicate strokes as he began to softly snore. There was so much she wanted to say to him, so much she needed to ask, but his bone-deep exhaustion was plain to see, even if only a fraction of his face was visible beneath his thick quilt. Ochako knew he needed rest; she was the one who advocated so passionately for it. But he needed others to lean on as well.

Ochako stands by the stove, watching the pot before her as it simmers. She puts a lid on it.

“Not good,” she answers honestly.

Iida’s shoulders slump. Most of the class has been hovering close to the kitchen, unsubtly eavesdropping on their conversation, and all of them do a poor job to hide their disappointment as well.

“I barely got to speak to him before he fell back asleep. I don’t think he’s slept in a bed or had a hot meal since he left us. I don’t want to push him too far.”

It’s obvious this is not what they wanted to hear. All of Midoriya’s friends have been so restless to see him again, to let him know how much they’ve missed him and worried for him, that it’s been a Herculean task to leave him be like his mother has asked them. Their collective hope that Ochako might have cured him of his ostracization after one short conversation was palpable the moment she left his room.

“He just needs time, guys.” Ochako turns, addressing the full class now.

Kirishima wrings his hands anxiously. “But what if he tries to go off on his own again? He’s definitely the type to sneak away when he thinks we aren’t paying attention.”

Ochako’s been secretly afraid of the exact same thing. She still has the note he left the day he decided to go off on his own to search for All For One. The pit inside her stomach from that day has never fully gone away.

But the class is looking to her for guidance. The weight of that megaphone has never left her hands.

She uses two thick towels to grip the handles of her simmering pot, placing it on the tray she’d prepared earlier. She looks to her class, her gaze determined.

“Then we make sure he’s cared for in the meantime.”

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He still doesn’t give her explicit permission to enter, but Uraraka comes into his room anyway. Izuku can hear the whispers of other classmates just outside his door, but they’re cut off when Uraraka uses her foot to carefully shut the door behind her.

A comforting aroma envelopes the room.

“Are you hungry?” she asks.

Izuku’s grip on his quilt loosens. When he awoke from his nap, feeling more rested than he had in days, he was almost disappointed to find himself alone. Uraraka’s calming presence made him feel minutely lighter, and the shadows that greeted him upon waking were an unwelcome reminder of the loneliness he’d always have to shoulder. He was just allowing the darkness to seep back under his skin when she’d knocked on his door once more.

He lets his covers fall from his face completely. She still hasn’t turned the lights on in his room, but the pathetic excuse for daylight coming from his window is enough to illuminate the tray she’s holding, containing a large, covered pot, a bowl and spoon, and a cup of what looks like barley tea.

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to, but I thought you might want a hot meal, so…” she trails off awkwardly.

It feels like it takes much more effort than required for Izuku to sit up, but he does it, trying not to visibly tremble in the process. How can he be the world’s greatest hero when he can barely pull himself into a seated position?

This seems to be the best he can do, so when he doesn’t make a move to go to the short table in the middle of the room, Uraraka makes do. Using her quirk, she disables the gravity on the tray and lets it hover before her, delicately removing the lid on her pot with a towel and scooping some of the contents into the bowl. She hands the bowl and spoon to him, making sure he has a good grip on both before releasing her quirk and holding onto the tray once more.

As she turns to go set the tray down a few paces away, Izuku peers at the meal before him.

Rice porridge.

The will to smile left him a long time ago, but there’s a faint trace of amusement in his voice when he calls out, “You know I’m not actually sick, right?”

She turns to him, looking just as shocked as he feels that he actually spoke. She covers it up a second later, looking bashful and silly as she rubs the back of her head.

“I know, it’s just I don’t know how to cook much else,” she says with a shy smile.

“What did you eat when you lived on your own, before the dorms?” he asks, concerned.

Uraraka returns to her place before his bed, on the floor. “Mostly convenience store meals.”

Izuku doesn’t like to hear that. No wonder she always devoured Lunch Rush’s food in the cafeteria. He wishes he would have known. He could have brought her meals from home.

“But I learned how to make rice porridge when I was little,” she continues. “My mom was ill once and couldn’t work with my dad. I knew she was stressed about how we were going to pay the bills that month, and I wanted to help her get better. I looked up the recipe and made it for her myself.” Her smile is wistful, looking back on her past. “I’m sure it tasted terrible. I undercooked the rice; I remember my mom’s first bite making a crunching sound,” she said with a laugh. “But she said she felt better after eating it. It made me feel so good to help her, so it was a dish I practiced making a lot.”

Izuku looks down at the bowl in his hands. The rice looks fluffy and soft, the smell of egg and scallions is enough to make Izuku’s mouth water. He scoops up a bite, closing his eyes and letting it sit in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.

“Not crunchy,” he parses after a moment.

Uraraka laughs, and even with storm clouds outside churning on, his room lights up from the sound of it.

“I’m glad to hear that!”

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He finishes his bowl without saying much else, though Ochako is silently gratified by the little contented hums he makes after every bite. By the time his spoon is scraping the bottom of the bare bowl, he’s looking better. Less animal. Less sad.

“Could I…” his rough voice sounds different than it did earlier too. Softer. Lighter. Like a memory of his former self. “Could I have more?”

Uraraka perks up in surprise. “Oh! Yes, of course, hold on!”

She turns to grab the ceramic pot the rest of the porridge is in, not thinking about how hot it still is. When her hands make hasty contact with the handles on either side, she hisses and drops it the few centimeters back onto the try.

“Are you okay?” he asks quickly.

Pain sings through the skin of her palms but she ignores it, wrapping her hands in towels and grabbing the pot once more.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. That was stupid of me,” she says with an embarrassed grin.

She brings the pot over and holds it out for him to scoop more rice porridge into his bowl. Reluctantly, he does. But his eyes never leave her wrapped hands. Ochako curses herself for being so dimwitted. For making him think of her when she’s been trying so hard to get him to care for himself.

When she returns to her place, cross-legged on the floor, he’s set down his bowl and is holding out a hand.

“Did you want your tea?” she asks, confused.

But Midoriya reaches out and grips her wrist lightly, pulling her hand towards him so he can peer at it in the dim light of his room.

There’s a smooth, pink mark on her palm from the heat of the stone pot burning her. She silently curses herself again.

“It’s nothing, Deku. I swear. I’m fine.”

Neither of them needs to mention that she sounds a lot like him.

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Izuku finishes his second bowl in silence. He can tell Uraraka is cross with herself. He could feel the mood she had created for them evaporate the moment the pot clanked back onto the tray, and he sadly doesn’t have it in him to try and recreate that atmosphere.

The light pink mark on her palm wasn’t the only thing to concern him. When he pulled her hand to him, he could see the newly minted scratches and still-healing scars covering her hands and arms that weren’t there the last time he saw her. He wonders what she must have gone through to get so banged up. The villains she might have fought while he wasn’t around. The rescues she led with her amazing quirk.

He’s missed so much since he’s been gone.

“How have you been, Uraraka?” he asks, looking at her hands once more.

Silence stretches between them.

“No.”

Izuku looks up, blinking in confusion. Uraraka looks…angry? “No?”

Even from where she sits on the floor, her presence feels looming. “No, you’re not allowed to ask me that. You don’t get fret over me. You don’t get to think about other people right now. I know it’s your nature to care for others, but right now you are in no shape to be doing so. So don’t ask me how I’ve been, and don’t think about me.”

“Uraraka—”

“I’m serious, Deku!” her outburst has him jump a little bit. Her hands are gripped in tight fists, despite her burnt palms. “The more you think of others, the more it causes you pain. It’s why you left, isn’t it?”

This makes him go still. Leaving was such an easy decision he barely remembers making it. When he got the news that All For One escaped Tartarus, Izuku knew he couldn’t remain at UA, putting the people he loved in danger. Shigaraki would come for him. All For One would come for him. It was the most logical conclusion to leave this place behind, to meet danger head on, as far away from his friends and family as he could get. So no one else would get hurt.

When he meets her gaze again, her eyes are misty. “You thought that we’d be in danger because of you, so you left. And now you’re like this,” she says with a sniff, gesturing to his whole sorry state.

Shameful. Weak. Afraid.

But he remembers Uraraka standing on top of that building, megaphone in hand as she shouted to the mob. Those weren’t the words she’d used to describe him to the people who wanted so badly to demonize him.

He had special power, but he wasn’t special. While all the other heroes saw him as the lynchpin for their success, the world was reminded that in the end he was just a high schooler. A boy trying to find his way, the same as everyone else.

In that moment, Uraraka felt like the only person who saw him for who he truly was.

But she’d always been that way, hadn’t she? Lifting him up whenever he was falling. She’d been doing it since the moment they met.

Tears bead at the corner of his eyes as well. Ever since her impassioned speech on the roof of the school, when those first tears fell, part of him felt like he may never stop crying.

Uraraka’s voice softens when she sees him crying again.

“I can’t be another person who brings you pain, okay? So don’t worry about how we’ve been faring without you. It doesn’t matter, because you’re home now. That’s all I ever wanted.” She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands and corrects herself. “All any of us ever wanted.”

She sniffs once more but looks just as resolved as she did that day. The fire in her eyes that’s always been there shines brightly, illuminating even the darkest corners of his heart.

She rests her fists on her hips. “Now. How are you doing?”

Her caring words mixed with such a hardened expression have an unexpected laugh escaping from him. It’s so Uraraka.

He can’t help but answer honestly.

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Ochako leaves Midoriya’s room a few hours later.

Iida and Todoroki meet with her the second she makes it off the elevator, rushing to her side.

“How is he?” they ask immediately, chomping at the bit out of concern for their friend. Uraraka sets down her tray on the counter, taking the now-empty pot and putting it in the sink.

“Now. How are you doing?” she’d asked him forcefully.

She hadn’t expected his watery laugh, nor had she expected him to finally tell her how he felt.

“Terrible,” he’d said, looking down at his lap. But he looked so relieved to say it. Even the shape of it on his mouth left him almost looking like he was smiling. Hope unfurled in her heart like a flower in bloom.

It had been slow-going, but between bites of cooling porridge and sips of barley tea she finally got Midoriya to open up. His feelings still seemed too complicated to fully explain, too raw. So they stuck with what was simple. The stress of wielding One For All. The pressure of feeling like he wasn’t enough. The fear of more people getting hurt.

Ochako already knew most of these things— she could guess as much just from a single look at him—but none of that was the point. Midoriya deserved to say it himself, and she was honored to be able to share some of that weight with him. To give him permission to think of himself just as much as he cared for others.

He seemed better for it too, by the end. As she turned to go, he’d stopped her, taking a moment to twist his misshapen fingers with hers, their scarred palms touching.

“Thank you,” he’d murmured, before allowing her to leave.

Iida and Todoroki look at her expectantly. Waiting to see how their fallen hero was faring. If he’d be able to rise again.

How is he?

A small smile lifts the corners of Uraraka’s lips.

“Better.”

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On the third day since Izuku Midoriya’s return to UA, he emerges from his bedroom. His friends greet him with open arms.

#bnha #uraraka #deku #izuocha #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #ochako uraraka #izuku midoriya #*smacks hood of this fic* this story can fit so many tropes #my writing #bnha fic

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gocatchagoose · 2 months

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3 years before our story starts, Ochaco watches as Deku gets propelled to the role of Number 1 Hero, long before he is ready. Listen to Go Catch a Goose Chapter 10 Playlist Here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzFYAAQxdU-pn5w3nbarQJl8vWdU1N1GY Chapter Text Here: https://zamashi.wordpress.com/go-catch-a-goose-10/

#izuocha #bnha fanfiction #deku #deku x ochako #izuku midoriya #podfic #izuocha podfic #izuocha audiofic #izuocha fanfic #most of this fic is a rom com but this chapter is all angst #Youtube

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ao3feed-tododeku · 2 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku Plus #💚#💙#Tododeku Plus #Dekubowl #Izutoga #Izuocha #♧#A:EdCardozo333 #Future Fic #Sex Swap

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uravititty · 10 months

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Fic recommendations help?

I'm trying to find 2 fics I've read but have lost

Both Izuocha

1)I think is called BeepBeepBeep however I can't find anything under that name so I'm not sure?

It was paramedic Midoriya, and Uraraka worked at a space themed cafe? They met because his alarm clock was waking her up.

2) I can't remember the name at all 🤦‍♀️ but Midoriya and Tenya worked at a book shop and Midoriya wrote comics and Uraraka did art so they were going to collab?

Both were multi-chaptered and featured other members of class 1-A.

If anyone knows the names or has links to these fics please let me know and also if anyone has any recommendations on fics similar to these I would be eternally grateful 😅💕

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #izuocha #green tea #fic #ff #fanfic #izuocha ff #ochaco uraraka #izuku midoriya #izuocha ao3 #deku x uraraka

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catlliecal · 1 year

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Mistletoe Moments — A Holidays TodoIzuOcha fic

Uraraka Ochako wants to surprise her boyfriends with a surprise under the mistletoe. It’s a simple enough plan: just keep the mistletoe up in the air until the kisses are over.

What she didn’t expect was for it to fall into Deku’s hair for Shoto to pull out.

Wanted to write something sweet and fluffy for the season, so here’s a fic! It was quite fun to put together, so I hope you enjoy!

Rating: G Word Count: 2248 Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Third Years, Uraraka Ochako/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto Being a Dork, Romantic Fluff

“There we go. That should hopefully do it.”

Uraraka Ochako looks up at the ceiling, a sprig of mistletoe about a couple meters above her. It’s miraculously stayed fresh in the few days she’s had it, but it can start wilting tomorrow. All it needs to do is work right here and now.

She feels her stomach twist into a happy yet nervous knot, small butterflies fluttering inside her. This is such a cheesy thing, something right out of a romance holiday movie. Yet for all the times mistletoe is shown hanging above doors, she’s rarely ever seen it outside of a screen. Perhaps that’s why she can’t help but smile at the sight of it in the air.

Hopefully they also like this.

She pulls on the sleeves of her sweater, trying to look as casual as possible while waiting for the front door to open before anyone comes down to the common room to disturb the peace. It’s the rare quiet moment for 3-A, and it seems like most have taken the time for themselves. Others are out on dates, family visits, or shopping trips, everyone trying to take care of personal needs before the winter work studies kick into gear over break.

“They should be back soon, right?” They didn’t leave that long ago, and they only had a few things they needed to take care of. Perhaps she should have gone out with them rather than stay behind to set this little plan up. The weather hasn’t gotten worse, so there’s no chance for it to be keeping them out right now.

Ochako takes a deep breath in, shaking her head to get rid of those nervous thoughts. Her hands run through her hair as she lets out a short huff. If this doesn’t work out, she can try again later. This doesn’t have to happen right here, right now.

She just needs to give it some more time and faith.

It’s not long after she starts rocking back and forth on her feet that the front doors open up, some snowflakes sneaking in.

“We’re back! God, it feels great to be somewhere warm.”

“You could have just held onto me more if you needed heat.”

“You definitely helped with my joints, but I ended up needing both hands to help those guys move that stuff downtown. I sadly can’t hold onto you and do that.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Midoriya Izuku— Deku to her— laughs as he places a rather large bag against the wall, probably the fruit of their shopping trip. His shoes come off shortly afterwards, the red sneakers still present even in the midst of the snow. It doesn’t take long for him to see her, the smile on his face growing the moment his eyes lay on her.

“Ochako-san!”

“Hm?” Todoroki Shoto looks over her way, his soft smile growing just like their boyfriend’s “What are you doing right in front of the door?”

“Waiting for both of you.” Is the blush consuming her face from the burst of cold or from her own fluttering heart? Probably from both.

“Wait, really?” He tilts his head some, this shocked yet touched look on his face, right down to the way his eyes shrink just a bit. She loves this look, the way his heart is on full display.

“Really.”

A strong blush accompanies that very look, it only growing larger as he lets out a small, grateful chuckle. “That… that’s really sweet of you.”

It’s not often he stutters on his words, but it’s adorable every time it happens.

“Ochako-san, you didn’t have to do that.” Deku’s face resembles a strawberry, freckles standing out even more against red cheeks and nose.

“True. I didn’t. But I wanted to.” She holds her arms out, letting them speak for her. He responds without a word, his cold touch shocking her just a bit.

“How long were you two out there? You feel like an icicle!”

“Longer than expected…” his voice trails off at the end, soft, embarrassed laughter finishing the sentence. “There was a problem with one of those large public holiday decorations, and well…”

“You couldn’t help but help them?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She holds him a little tighter, running a hand through his hair. His hat fights against her fingers, but she pushes back, taking in the lovely curls.

It pushes against her, she pushes back. If she does this just enough, the hat will come off.

Unfortunately, the hat isn’t ready to let her win without a fight, as her pinky finger touches him in an attempt to finally free his head. She feels him float up, his surprised noises confirming the fact.

The hat falls to the floor without as much as a ‘thump.’

“My mistake, Deku-kun!” She brings her hands together, barely paying attention as her pads connect. “Release!”

Deku falls back onto the ground rather gracefully, his experience with Float surely coming into play.

“I’m really sorry about that!” She presses her palms against each other as if she was praying, leaning forward a bit. “I should have just let you take off your hat and other things before asking for a hug!”

“It’s alright, Ochako-san. Really.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Besides, it wasn’t that far off the ground.”

“I guess that’s a positive here…” God, she hasn’t done something like that in forever.

Shoto makes a small ‘hm’ noise before pulling something out from Deku’s hair. “Wait, isn’t this…”

She looks at what Shoto’s holding, and now she’s ready to float herself up and not come back down from the ceiling. How could she have forgotten it would come down when releasing her quirk?!

“Guess you both know my secret plan now.” She weakly throws up jazz hands, trying to salvage some of the situation. “I was hoping to greet you both at the door, point up at the mistletoe, and then kiss like they do in movies and such. Guess it didn’t exactly work out like I wanted it to.”

Shoto looks at the plant, turning it over to get a better look at it.

“A kiss?” Deku repeats.

“Yeah, a kiss.” God, her face is so hot right now that she could probably substitute as a fireplace. “The old ‘two lovers under the mistletoe must kiss’ thing but with the three of us.” Maybe this wasn’t exactly a good plan. Maybe she should have just taped it to a door frame another time and just gone out shopping with her boyfriends and—

“Is there a specific place you’re supposed to kiss someone?”

Both Ochako and Deku turn to look at Shoto, who’s stopped inspecting the source of the current situation.

“A specific place?” Her voice barely manages not to crack.

“I’ve never really seen or interacted with mistletoe before, so I’m not quite sure how it exactly goes.”

The butterflies from before fly again, sending tingles of happiness into the wave of relief washing over her. “I don’t think there is. You just kiss wherever you want.”

“Oh.” He takes a quick glance at the plant before meeting her eyes. “Is there somewhere you’d like me to kiss you?”

Her brain nearly short circuits, mouth now dry. She’s not sure what to answer, if she can ask for a kiss on the lips right away. But she can hear the words ‘on the cheek’ come from her mouth, and Shoto does just that.

His lips are a bit cold, but they melt away the anxiety within her. He smells faintly of peppermint, like a little bit of the holiday. She savors the kiss, looking at him fondly when he eventually pulls away.

“I, um, thank you.” She stands on her tiptoes, reaching him to return the favor. Her lips are right where his scar meets the rest of his skin, and she knows both places well.

“Did we do this right?” He asks after she lowers herself.

“I think so?” She rocks a bit on her feet. “They usually make it look so easy in the movies.”

“Then I guess we aren’t in one.”

“I would hope not!” She brings her hand up to her mouth as she tries to cover up her laughter, yet a surprise kiss on her forehead does the job for her. Ochako looks up at Shoto, who looks rather surprised and possibly a bit sheepish.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know if I did it right the first time.”

She gives him a warm, fond smile. “I think you’re doing great.”

He returns the smile before turning towards Deku, pulling back his curls to kiss him in the same spot. Deku gasps, barely moving as he processes everything.

“I… Shoto-kun…” He once again resembles a strawberry, this time with a large, shining smile on his face. “Thank you, I really liked that.” He quickly returns the favor, going right for the left cheek before his mind can get the better of him. She’s pretty sure that’s why he responded so fast.

Neither of them expected the extra kiss on the right cheek.

Shoto is left bright pink and speechless, touching each kiss one at a time as if he’s still processing reality. She’s somehow miraculously keeping up, though that goes out the window when she feels Deku kiss one blush mark after the other.

Her mouth hangs slightly open, the action looping in her mind. How his lips are a bit chapped from chewing on them, the winter weather only highlighting this fact.

It isn’t long after the second blush kiss that he freezes in place, stuttering and tripping up over his words like his tongue is too big for his mouth. “Ochako-san!” His body decides to work with his mind now. “I didn’t ask you were you wanted me to kiss you or anything like that! I just had this feeling of ‘go for it,’ so I followed it, and that lead to me kissing you so quickly after Shoto-kun and I—”

She laughs. An earnest, love filled laugh, complimented by a smile reaching ear to ear. A laugh she doesn’t bother trying to cover up in the slightest.

“Ochako-san? Is everything okay?”

“It is, really. It’s perfectly you.”

He takes a shaky breath in, face painted with wonder as the anxiety quickly melts away.

“May I return the favor?”

He gently nods.

“Thank you.” She cups one side of his face as she kisses the other cheek, then pulls back his curls with her other hand to kiss the center of his forehead. She can see the stars in his eyes, the same look as when Shoto kissed him.

“May I give one more?”

“Of course.”

She lets go of the curls to cup the other cheek and then kisses him on the lips. It’s a soft, gentle thing, one that doesn’t take long for him to lean into. The warm feelings inside her multiply, her heart overflowing with holiday cheer.

They gently pull away from each other, and she runs her hands through a bit of curls. “Thank you, Deku-kun.”

“…thank you, Ochako-san.”

“Always.”

She looks over at Shoto, the warmth still running through her entire body. “Can I also kiss you there?”

He nods, as if he’s too stunned to speak, which he very much might be.

She moves a bit his way, stands on her toes again, and presses her lips against him. He holds one hand on the back of her hand, but she barely registers the way he’s began to run his fingers through her hair. She’s too focused on the kiss, on the subtle shift of hot to cold. It’s been there for all his other kisses, but it stands out even more here.

She eventually places her heels back on the ground, smiling loud and proud at him. “Thank you too, Sho-kun.”

“You’re welcome, Ochako. And, um, thank you.”

“Always.”

Shoto turns towards Deku, who has a smile that could melt away any negative feelings. It’s full of warmth and joy and love. Looking at it makes you want to smile too.

“Izuku?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Deku places a couple fingers underneath Shoto’s chin, and the two meet right in the middle. Ochako feels the love radiating off them, this act of affection making everything feel better. It’s nurturing and filling, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The kiss eventually ends, leaving both of them with dorky smiles on their faces.

“Thank you too, Shoto-kun.”

“You’re also welcome. Thank you as well.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

She lets out a satisfied sigh, still wrapped up in the feeling of the moment. It wasn’t what she expected at all, but hey. That’s what makes it special, right?

She takes a single step forward and feels something under her slippers. A quick peak reveals that the mistletoe had fallen onto the ground sometime during this. She’s not sure when, but it doesn’t matter.

“Do we still need that?” Shoto asks.

“No, we don’t.” She bends down, picking it up with ease. “It’s done its job. No one else in the class said anything about wanting to use it, so I think we can just leave it on the counter, just in case.” She eyes the bags on the wall, reminders of what all came before the mistletoe. “There’s hot coco in the kitchen. Let’s all get a cup. Besides, I wanna know more about this display thing Deku-kun helped out with.”

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